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it didn’t take a lot a look a few words a few more looks bam not that any girl stuck around and so it was on to the next nothing is precious everything is possible forget what you know leave the road behind invent dance new dance cough spit breathe dance verbs multiplying gazillions of verbs stars what is it about art in my mind i hear all these things i was going to express all these itches scratch pick scabs get drunk write poetry dance ******* in your mouth ******* in my mouth salty sea surfing waves Caravaggio Courbet Turner Goya Ad Reinhardt Rothko Rimbaud Johnny Unitas Walter Payton Annie Proulx Patty Berglund Hannah Wilke Kim Gordon dark clouds rainbows meteor showers lantern licorice amethyst bone

in the end it’s you and your maker ashes to ashes dust to dust Mom questions it’s 4:30 PM December in Chicago and pitch black i don’t understand it’s not supposed to be this dark this cold she imagines a past that never existed events never occurred

these old bones rattle and shake tremble and quake quiver and ache

it will be daylight soon and i am unprepared so terribly unfit for a new dawn suddenly realize tomorrow is today

these old bones rattle and shake tremble and quake quiver and ache

when people die in masses is it any less lonely more comforting than when you die individually or is dying solitary for everyone

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redemption is a powerful force but what if existence actually does not present second chances and we must live with the consequence of our mistakes

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if there is an afterlife do i have any say in it or are we all merely lost baggage tossed from airport to airport

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what if travelers at airports were met with welcoming arms shared stories food instead of suspicion body scanners separation boarding seating procedures

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i built a magnificent sandcastle with wide open rooms interesting views spacious bathrooms huge kitchen secret places winding stairways auspicious towers swinging rope bridges welcoming gates but the tide washed it all away

these old bones rattle and shake tremble and quake quiver and ache

i cry yet know not why am i a ***** i must take the goose by the neck whatever that means

these old bones rattle and shake tremble and quake quiver and ache

speaking personally i’m never interested in the last bite only the first bite the middle tastes rather bland all chewing gulping automatic consumption talking swallowing stifling gases

these old bones rattle and shake tremble and quake quiver and ache

horses mate with donkeys then out comes mules yet mules cannot propagate nature is so strange mysterious what is it about the attraction between donkeys and horses

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2 gorgeous petite charming sweet young girls are subletting my place in Tucson i imagine ménage à trios or relationship with either one of them then realized how improper my thoughts will i ever learn

these old bones rattle and shake tremble and quake quiver and ache

Reiko likes hanging out naked if the door is locked and they’re in for the evening she strips Reiko is one of those women who look better without clothes the curls under her arms are growing in dark thick her bush is filling out even her **** is hidden by silky brown hairs he cannot stop checking her out she pretends not to be aware as she trims her toenails he leers **** your cooch looks tasty Odys i like that you can speak crude to me he murmurs you really like that she answers yes i really like that he sees himself in her he is deep in sleep wakes by her hand pulling his hand down to her ***** bone he stirs confused in half sleep as she continues tugging his hand Odysseus realizes what Reiko wants it is 3 AM he touches her there warm distended begins to massage wetness gushes moves down bed puts face there she presses pumping grinding whispering repeatedly i want to *** so bad his mouth tongue breath work her hands grip his head push unyielding muscles stiffen arch shudder continues licking until her body lies still crawls up kisses her forehead hair bodies spoon fall to sleep in the morning he comments you were a naughty little girl last night Reiko grins answers i had an orangutan attack he questions an orangutan attack she confesses yeah they both laugh he has never known a woman so fierce urgent to ****** Reiko has a man’s libido she reminds him of himself they mimic each other hearing Reiko speak Odysseus’s own words back at him and visa versa convey how demanding insecure insensitive each can be to other they do not simply speak but mimic each other Reiko ‘s voice drops to low pitch as she grabs his buns kids hey Reiko Lee what do you think about us wiping each other’s butts we could become more intimate with our bodies Odysseus raises his voice sounding feminine replies Schwartzpilgrim you’re gross take a hike it is hilarious yet intuitive therapy that maintains level playing field neither allows other to be too weak or dominant

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it is Sunday snowing blizzard freezing cold outside Odysseus sits on floor watching Bear’s football game at Reiko’s she sits naked paging through Art Forum magazine across sofa from him he hears her crunching on bag of barbecue potato chips during half time he reaches touches her bush runs fingers through her ***** hairs twirling them in his fingers she spreads her legs wide open he smells her hair breath perspiration ****** *** feet feels both repelled and attracted he is lost in fascination gently tugs on her lips slides finger inside massages probes her opening she directs him to kneel stands above him her arms at waist her pelvic bone in his face she orders **** it **** it good he follows her instruction **** my ***** she commands as she holds his head in hands her long skinny body thrusts hips forward Reiko presses gently pumping then more furious rough into Odysseus’s face ooohhh i’m going to shoot a load baby swallow my *** she shoves ***** bone into his face bangs his nose hard yet he remains ******* her legs thighs stomach muscles tremble oh oooohhhhh ohh Odys did you see that i came just like a guy oh Odys i loved that he wipes mouth laughs

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a person’s sexuality is always in question how one interprets his or her own ****** persona relative to another person’s personality response ratio how one’s power measures reacts to another’s vulnerabilities strengths Odysseus and Reiko fit well together switching roles in impulsive volley he loves her masculinity the unpredictable equation of their love he teases Reiko Lee i’m so attracted to the tomboy in you i want to **** you off and let you **** me come over here and stick that fat hard **** in my pink little **** hole all the frustration rage pain pent up inside you i want you to harness that hurt and slam it into me and shoot your load all over me **** me good Reiko Lee she looks at him strange says you’re a weird bird Schwartzpilgrim how weird do you think he asks her voice takes on a creepy overruling tone Odys, you want me to fist-******* he snaps shut up Reiko Lee get out of here she runs fingers through hair breathes out through nose taunts Odys let me ******* a ***** and ******* in the *** Odysseus’s voice grows loud Reiko Lee you’re crossing the line just because i mention some crazy thought doesn’t mean i’m actually into such weirdness don’t try to take what i say to some sound conclusion i enjoy experimenting but i’m one hundred percent male i like to test limits because i’m secure in my manhood spicing our *** life with ***** fantasies is one thing but don’t overstep i got the **** and you got the ***** let’s keep it that way don’t mess with me she replies ok ok Odys i didn’t mean to offend you

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often he personifies the lead and she interprets the willing or amendable he requests many ****** urges she for the most part eagerly fulfills yet knowing his desires run over the top he considerately concedes to her sensibility he asserts rule number 1 Reiko Lee please let me have my way with you ok please try to not refuse me she smiles consents ok Odys and i want the same from you he insists rule number 2 repeat after me i’m addicted to your ***** i’m codependent on your **** she repeats i’m addicted to your ***** Odys i’m codependent on your **** he challenges rule number 3 at least one ******* a day agreed? She answers yes Odys agreed later he thinks about their conversation approaches her Reiko Lee sometimes i need more than one ******* a day maybe one in the morning and one after you get home from work i need your adoring attention down there will you do that for me please she shoots sarcastic look at him what are you a cow that needs milking everyday all right Odys whatever you desire he gratefully acknowledges Reiko Lee you’re so good to me thank you next morning he says Reiko Lee when i think about you the first image that comes to mind is your eyes i love your eyes more than any other part of you she comments oh yeah more than my **** hole? he flinches surprised oh god i can’t believe you said that you are so outrageous Reiko Lee you have got the sexiest **** hole i’ve ever seen i love adore revere your hairy **** hole when are you going to let me get some of that she remarks we’ll see Schwartzpilgrim in due time the following morning he notices bathroom door is wide open peering inside he sees her sitting on toilet she looks up smiling as he nears he questions which are you doing peeing or ******* she answers why do you need to know he requests lift up and let me watch she raises her thighs knees legs curling toes on toilet seat her **** muscles pucker then a brown extent begins appearing from her hole her vaginal lips flare urethra presses as short spurt of ***** accompanies discharge the ***** length drops into bowl followed by smaller piece Odysseus perceives the action produced by her body as intimate natural expression occurring without contrivance manipulation he studies the form as if it were a sculptural object descended into water to bottom of bowl Reiko reaches for roll of toilet tissue he interrupts **** she answers let me wipe myself first it reeks in here you mean watching me taking a **** turns you on you are one sick monkey he says shut up and **** she follows his instruction after several minutes he pulls out of her mouth jerks off while she watches he shoots wildly on her chin neck chest she rubs his ***** on her ******* they both break out in laughter she says come on let’s take a shower together she begins speaking sentence he finishes it she says Odys i’m not comfortable with more than he breaks in one ******* a day i understand Reiko Lee she expresses thank you Odys one is enough agreed he replies ok ok

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a week passes Saturday evening she comes from work to his place with stressed look on her face she falls back into wall on floor with her legs stretched out she asks got anything to eat he answers a couple of beers in the fridge her brow furrows as she speaks in low tone Odys i’m guessing there’s something seriously wrong with you he questions wrong with me huh what she comments your physique is weird your shoulder blades and rib cage stick out you’ve got a sunken sternum he answers yeah i know it’s not really a problem more like natural peculiarities she says yeah well you’ve got other peculiarities he asks oh yeah like what she remarks i’ve never known or heard of a man who gets hard as often as you it’s deviant you’ve got some kind of disorder you need to go see a doctor he admits i know i got a problem my libido is out of control it’ll calm down it’s been a long time since i felt so hot for someone do you really think it’s serious enough to go see a doctor she answers serious enough to insist you bone me once a day he laughs Reiko Lee you had me going she grins get over here you ***** ******* and **** me good Reiko’s favorite way to ****** is with her legs closed tight she lies beneath while his ******* presses in pumping her thighs buttocks squeeze stomach muscles tense whole body jerks spasms as she reaches ****** Odysseus’s favorite position is with Reiko on top he likes her rhythms and control

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when Michael Vick was found guilty for dog fighting mauling cruel killing i wanted him dead dead dead but he is a brilliant quarterback and i was wrong who am i to understand another person’s background judge them maybe there is redemption

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if another war comes it’s China we must fight to hate fear them run hide

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it’s a long twisted road down a dark cold hole many are too damaged others work toward salvation yet some unscathed by all this filth

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on the brighter side death gets a bad rap by mortals think positive perhaps death is graduation to whatever at worst death is release from life’s disappointments expectations responsibilities burdens betrayals pain horrors

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i remember when Dad was dying all these new people who i still remember entered my life for a brief time it seems like the same thing is happening now

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Mom i’m right here behind you don’t be scared i’m watching out for you

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2 condemned males serving life sentences in top-security prison inmates separated by wall and steel cell bars

INMATE 1 (burps loud coarse voice) i have this fantasy of being a hunted outlaw taking my 3 guns and ******* Ford truck driving north south east west robbing convenience stores bars banks people sharp-shooting car thieving running until my time is up like the old west firing pistols wearing a Stetson hat drunk smart-*** talking hanging with ***** bar girls forget about eating just burning a trail (holds metal reflective scrap in hand attempting to catch glimpses of inmate 2)

INMATE 2 (sits cross-legged on floor with palms up resting on knees) too many people are hurting and getting killed right now i imagine if there is a god i’ll bet he or she or it feels weary disappointed disgusted by human kind’s destructive nature

INMATE 1 so what

INMATE 2 i don’t know about you but i miss women their point of view play friendship tenderness nurturing intimacy physical beauty i long for love belonging a woman’s touch her attendance passion the hinge of her thighs licking ******* ****** crave its warm wetness taste smell texture even tongue dipping into **** in a way i’m a total gynephiliac or philogynist

INMATE 1 filojinist huh what are you a professor you ***** son-of-a ***** where did you learn to talk like that tell me professor ever **** on a perfect *****

INMATE 2 most women have some desirability i’ve known many but yeah there was one in particular i remember she was a beaut bulging pelvic bone cute floppy lips eager **** tangy gamey sweet salty flavor just the right amount of furriness lust response flow she’d reach for my ******* and i’d just keep working her getting her hotter taste her ***** taste her *** i was addicted to that woman’s ****** even though she treated me like trash perhaps it was simply an oral fixation or some subliminal need i don’t know our relationship lasted way longer then it should have guess i was kind of drunk on her downstairs

INMATE 1 i never was much of a cooch muncher (flexes arm muscles opens tightens fist) women are cows they give off too many odors plus they always want mommy control no matter how much or what you give them they always want more

INMATE 2 you don’t get it do you the connection between the moon oceans great mother earth fragrance of dirt aroma of rain female beauty you’re a misogynist gynophobe possibly misanthrope

INMATE 1 you use too many big words ******* i hear some women is like how you described yourself some women gets drunk on johnson and nuts

INMATE 2 what are you talking about

INMATE 1 i want to get hooked up with a ***** like that a ***** who’ll lick and **** my johnson and nuts all day long (hand goes to crotch squeezes)

INMATE 2 yes me too maybe we ought to ask ourselves why escapism into ****** fantasy and release is so profoundly vital to our existences

INMATE 1 what

INMATE 2 life sentence means no motive for rehabilitation no hope for redemption how much money does it cost to maintain each prisoner who pays the bills why keep us alive does society honestly believe we pace our confines haunted in regret yearning for inner salvation

INMATE 1 you think they should **** us

INMATE 2 i question the entire punitive system did you ever read Michel Foucault’s Punishment and Discipline the beginning will make you squirm or Franz  Kafka’s In The Penal Colony that horrific carving apparatus

INMATE 1 uuhhh what the **** are you talking about

INMATE 2 i don’t know i don’t understand why i’m locked up in here

INMATE 1 (runs fingers through hair) what crimes did they convict you of

INMATE 2 i tried killing myself so many times they put me on death row i should be free to roam or at worst case scenario sedated in an insane asylum instead they accused me of being a danger to myself and society they said i could injure other people while attempting to destroy myself i drove off a 6-story garage ledge onto a public street below

INMATE 1 is that why you’re in here you silly *** ***** driving off a 6-story garage ledge onto a public street below ain’t no crime hell just reckless driving

INMATE 2 the courts are ******* up judges think they’re celebrities silver-tongued thieving lawyers twist the truth the whole system is corrupted by bribes cover-ups secret deals concealed schemes personal gain collusion fear

INMATE 1 as for me i tortured ***** killed lots of people men women children you want to hear some tantalizing details like the time i ***** killed a mother and her 2 young daughters cut out their warm hearts and ate

INMATE 2 (interrupts) stop you sick animal please stop

INMATE 1 yeah you got a problem with that

INMATE 2 i couldn’t live with myself doing what you did i get skittish at the sight of blood

INMATE 1 you pathetic lightweight i want to stick my johnson up your tight hairy *** so bad (sniffs finger) i want to hear you squeal like a little girl

INMATE 2 sorry to disappoint you but i’ve got hemorrhoids

INMATE 1 French ticklers hell they just make ******* a more interesting sensation

INMATE 2 this is the rudest most repulsive conversation

INMATE 1 what you think you’re better than me just because you’re educated (finger picks nose flicks ****** at wall speckled with many ****** flicks)

INMATE 2 i didn’t say that perhaps morally more reserved why did you torture **** **** people

INMATE 1 it was fun made me feel powerful having control over another person’s existence hey i didn’t ask to be born blame it on my mom people are so ******* up life is a joke i was just trying to help rid the world of all its vermin

INMATE 2 there was a time when i would have considered you psychopathic but in this chaotic shifting flipped out world where reality mirrors fiction and when civilization is insanely vicious fraught with violence guns firing fires exploding extremism prevails criminals scoundrels lunatics govern gang lords rule the streets your murderous vices may serve as grounds for exoneration provided you conduct yourself intelligently you may qualify yourself as an ordinary survivor or possibly even reputable citizen

INMATE 1 what? you’re reasoning i’m normal maybe innocent you’re my main man tell me why you want to destroy yourself so bad

INMATE 2 i think human kind is a curse we annihilate everything and don’t seem to learn change instead we get worse our busy selfishness is a betrayal against earth all the creatures a betrayal against god as a kid the betrayal i felt i knew i could not reveal because it would be a deeper betrayal the neglect and punishment i endured i knew i could not make known because it would only add to the betrayal the rage i felt listening to lies i knew i could not challenge a million lies i did not know how to confront the frustration i now suffer pains me as long as i can remember in my mind i’ve always felt like a prisoner alone in a room no one is coming this twisted despair inside the body of person with suicidal tendencies found guilty sentenced to life incarceration in maximum-security prison doesn’t that sound like a double conviction

INMATE 1 wow interesting ok professor you’re putting me to sleep chat with you later

INMATE 2 you really ought to learn yoga

INMATE 1 voga? what’s that for

INMATE 2 an inner journey a light when other lights go out a way to stay grounded when gravity fails

INMATE 1 sounds like just another jail cell
they meet at hospital locked unit for torture victims undisclosed site no unauthorized access their condition experiences high risk public relations for war effort mainly patients seclude themselves in anxious solitude when not in anxious treatment they will remain under strict government surveillance until war is over at which time another administration will determine their resolve

she graduated from Stanford with Masters in 9 languages employed jointly by Hachette Livre and Random House Mondadori publishers United Nations attaché interpreter translator then Special Forces Black Ops

he graduated P.H.D. from M.I.T. in political military economic social information infrastructure systems tactical behavior strategy campaign employed by private security contractors consortium assigned to unidentified location

her captors splayed arms legs to table force fed 1 gallon ***** down throat 2 gallon enema without anesthesia sewed shut eyelids **** sphincter then starved rat inserted in ******

his captors blindfolded handcuffed victim prepare beheading live internet feed decide instead shackle him to wall douse gasoline ignite water hose scorching body 3rd degree burns then apply nail-gun through testicles ***** dowel to temporal lobe

act 1 scene 1

small unused visiting room 2 gray couches end table with lamp vase of plastic flowers

HE sits in wheelchair severe burn scars to face scalp body memory loss hoarse raspy voice stiff protracted body motion

SHE under continuous psychotherapy supervision patient suffers severe PTSD shaky submissive prescribed modified combinations of 13 medications (Prozac Adapin Vivactil Nardil Desyrel Wellbutrin BuSpar Klonopin Vistaril Neurontin Inderal Catapres Seroquel) administered twice daily

HE i brought you bacon strips in napkin from breakfast

SHE (eyelids flutter hands tremble) thank you but you keep it (pause) you know i used to be vegetarian

HE i know i look monstrous get over it there’s a real human being trapped inside this mutilated mess

SHE i i i can’t talk (pause) don’t know what to say (pause) after they sewed me up they ripped me apart shoved rodent to gnaw my insides (pause) skinned cooked made me eat it

HE you’re still alive aren’t you quit your whining show some gratitude stop being such a big baby

SHE how dare you ******* accuse me you’ve got you’re ****** **** nerve

HE i apologize please forgive me i’m not myself since the injuries i’m desperate for diversion pain management escape from excruciating pain nightmare thoughts i still endure

SHE who’s the big baby now

HE please help me overcome this consuming terror distract me with your loveliness please be my muse

SHE i’m no healer what do you mean be your muse

HE inspire me open yourself up to me arouse feelings beyond my suffering

SHE i’m useless look at me i’m a basket-case

HE spread your legs let me see

SHE what! you’re rude blunt disgusting

HE show me your cooch you got ***** hair?

SHE oh god you are so ****** creepy repulsive (pause) and I’m not a very hairy person

HE come on darling work with me stroke me relieve me

SHE i don’t even want to think or know about it go take care of it yourself

HE i’ve tried i can’t stay focused i see my disfigurement then get sidetracked i can’t get myself off

SHE all i am to you is a piece of *** you brutal *******

HE you could show a little tenderness maybe nurturing fix what’s broken give it up to me girl please i beg you let me do you or do me

SHE i was informed your ***** is shredded testicles disengaged

HE who told you that it’s a lie my ***** are maimed yet intact my **** still gets ***** granted it’s not a pretty sight keep your eyes shut

SHE (body twitches) you want power over me

HE ***** power i want some release i want you in control you in charge of my ******* please be my curing goddess

SHE (looks away) i don’t trust you

HE what’s not to trust i’m a pitiful casualty of war just like you we weren’t born like this but we’re both now doomed useless pathetic

SHE you could try being more polite civil congenial perhaps if we were friends first liked each other and you won my sympathies but you’re so forceful intrusive

HE war does that to a person

SHE please make an effort

HE you mean if i talk nice you’ll consider

SHE i will take it into consideration

HE i think you’re pretty more than just pretty beautiful

SHE i’m shattered damaged wrecked ruined

HE i see beauty in your face figure beauty in your words reactions

SHE i’m afraid to let anyone inside

HE i’ll be real gentle i promise

SHE i’m scared

HE yeah i’m scared too scared i’ll shoot blood instead of *****

SHE shut up

HE help me please find a way back to myself a way to accept love respect you

SHE hmmm uhhh since you phrase it that way i’ll think about it i’m not promising anything just considering (pause) ok? (pause) how would we go about doing this?

HE we used up our free time today they’ll be searching for you begin picturing in your mind how you would like it done imagine feeling loved protected

SHE (eyelids waver) help me learn slow how to do this dance

HE every step of the way

SHE thank you see you tomorrow
Johnny Noiπ May 2018
D                                    u                      bbed starting a                          s an underage exoti cooch
                    ******
dance                 as was common
follies                          'little egypt' shows      dancer      
*******                    
could be found in any                       town across America         arrested at 14 for stripping &
                 released by the judge f                         or being "t
           oo beautiful"   thriving city or town              
                   thus providing her                                well-known moniker            
usually on                     the outskirts
                                                  near circus & carnival  
she was always referred to as
& known thereafter as the girl
who was too beautiful   grounds                                                          ­      e                        "Girl                  
she kept               near open fields
her popularity                                        
              ­                                                                 ­      just kept growing
  Who
later moving
                                 to the bigger                                   burlesque venues in cities & resort towns
         across America                       i  s t                    oo Be
            au                                 tif                                                         ul"
During her career,                    Barbara                  La Marr became known as t
he                               pre-eminent                                  vamp
               ­                         of the 1920s,
                              but privately           she                      partied and drank
heavily;                                                 she once remarked to the
pres                                               s that she only
                                                                ­              slept                         two nevertheless         she kept acting                                           hours
                         a night. In 1924, her                                              health
         began
                    to falter                                           after
                                     a series of crash diets
                                             for comeback
       roles further
      affected                      by  cooch
her        ­                                      lifestyle, led to her death
                                             from                     pulmonary
                    tuberculosis                              an­d nephriti
                                                        ­                                 s at age 29. spotted in Juvenile court by a female                  who introduced her to the
editor who then shot
          photos        
           risque                  ­     of the young                   teen &              ran r
going back t her nightlife now as both a dancer & writer her wild & loose limbed style of movemen
                   compared to               the Great            Isadora                 isque photos
even on her knees
in a two-page        cooc
                     "Life is too short to                              waste on sleep" - BLM
; multiple times,                
ga
****** alcoholic star                                   ng i       *****
dragged
                           out b   prescription    pills
writing screenplays           ehind the she                  never
                                      ­                      stopped beii    ng beautiful
                         nightclub cuz she lost abet                  multiple times in                  
a dr
leaving               lipstic       k kisses on the    
        hardwood floor          don't go home til               the joint closes down
                                  that's when it happened mostly                                unken blackout           h               where everyone &      no       no one looks familiar
in that Barbara                    
drugged & *****                                          (not her
                     real name) was born femme t fatale villainess to the Three Muskateers
married@17 her husband   she was a cooch-dancer   aty      
promptly          
                dropped dead                                         born
        oe    Douglas        Fairbanks   in             f pneumonia         in 189    6
that would make all ttt          this start                happening             in 1910
1896-1926
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
I opened my grandmother.
The Universal is independent.
To the vast expanse of this great world
I opened her way. Still, the stories that
I am telling you She is more likely to hear.
I am late She would have been full of trouble.
Cutting the grains of mango, worshiping the mule's ****,
Looking closely at the sunset
She would have been silently painting for a long time.
The birds that had come near to to see,
The sono-rama was very shocking to me.
In the nights of the rainy season, rain and dew on our skin
When the sound is singing one and the same
She was shaky.    but              She liked poetry; My poems,
so I left them for her;             my  grandmother.
She grew her cooch's hair as if it was grandfather's beard.
Now her spread wings seek the eternity of the beginning
and I fly into her. Her dreams will be the grass beneath the rain.
In the waving wheat's hum; where Ants walk.
In the wrinkled cage that is open,
there was a rain of the deceased
only a feather is wet.
A gift for a bequest. Remember it !! Take it!
I opened up my paternal grandmother.
Despite knowing she may not be breathing,
She will not come.
reworked from
BIJU SOMAN PUNNOORETH's
Oct 2015,     എന്റെ തത്തമ്മ
Although she didn’t use these exact words,
What it got down to was:
“My **** hurts!”
Your age-appropriate **** buddy
Experiencing a profound lubrication deficit.
Vaginal dryness:
A legitimate topic these days for
Baby-Boom conversation.
“65: the New 30,” the slogan rings.
A Mel Brooks clarion call,
Harvey Corman doing Count Da Money:
"Don't get saucy with me, Bearnaise!"
For all our good friends at
KY, Vaseline & Astroglide--
As recommended by female OB/GYNs,
(Should there be any other kind?)
Sales projections are rosy for
Ottmar’s Coconut Cooch Oil,
Despite the economic downturn,
So, naturally, you commence your
Search for a young, wet—sopping wet—co-ed,
Running the risk of bumping into
Some UC Berkeley ****
Who digs older gentlemen, and
Knows your daughter, Gwendolyn.
Francie Lynch Feb 2015
Warning: Explicit*

If you've read
Boys With Toys,
It should come
As no surprise,
Girls talk
Just like Guys.

Having drinks,
And having fun,
The girls
Discard the curls
To think of rhymes
For naughty lines:

You make my ****** rumba;
You make my ***** clammy;
You make my **** taut;
You make my ****** latch;
You make my **** spit;
You make my box rock;
You make my canoe coo;
You make my ****** *** sooner;
You make my **** fluff;
You make my slit submit;
You make my cooch smooch;
You make my **** swim;
You make my flower shower;
You make my toe glow.

And when the last drink
Has been drunk,
The shy girl stands
Raises her glass,
To proclaim proudly:
You make my **** grunt.
And they did.
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
Pirates from the sunken ship making it ashore on a dilapidated raft landed on the shoe of a reef that was home to a scurvy knave who’d once been master engineer to the Royal Navy until *** took over his thinking and he began to concoct schemes to overthrow the Crown.
Dismissed as an insane crackpot he’d been set adrift by his shipmates; coming upon the aerated cluster of marine life that was chock full of unusual and bizarre aquatic creatures and minerals; now dwelling this long among the coral creating living machines from the articulated pincers and shells of all but unknown gigantic crustaceans living on and around the reef.
Bringing liquor made them more than welcome as some of the pirates had survived clinging to a chestful of buoyant ***. The old Navy man running from his coral-thatched hut. Seeing the chest first of all he finessed the lock with a sharp fingernail tossing the chest open and guzzling down a bottle. “Ay man!” cried Captain Quick.
“I saw ‘em bring ya down,” the old mad man croaked.
“Was it a rocket?” asked the brawny woman coming up from the beach.
“Who the hell knows,” said the beachcomber.
The fierce and ***** Lizzie Quick had two gold teeth in front, one incisor on the right and one opposite front tooth outlined in gold. Her back teeth were ALL gold. So she was never without bandelier and pistols even when she slept, or ***** knaves would try to pry the gold right out of her head but now she carried a long knife at her side and a shorter rapier in her ruined kneehigh embroidered Spanish leather condorosa boots. Her red satin corset was embroidered with gold silk and her soaked hoop skirt were red and purple just because they could be. Normally light on her feet, soaked to the skin she felt as if she were wearing lead bloomers. Calling her serving ***** Esmeralda from the sand, the woman began arduously removing her mistress’ clothing layer by layer. The scavenging hermit helping himself to another bottle of ***.
“Ay man, I say, where we be?” tried Quick once again.
“You be on Wild Island, my island and ya best get off it. There’s no room for ya.”
“Ay man, you say you saw what happened out there did ya?”
“Sure did. That hole opened up and blew a **** I could smell from here. Couldn’t get away from it if I tried but it sent a blast of black **** through the air like a jet.”
“Like a what?” said the pirate.
“It’s a kind of rocket, short for ‘jettison’. I can do the same thing with a lobster. Launch it near into space.” Quick was convinced the isolated kook was completely out of his mind. The ruddy tattooed woman stripping completely naked with no inhibitions, her equally inked dark-skinned servant dutifully peeling the wet garments from the darkly freckled body.
Quick picking up a bottle drank it down and tossed it to the sand.
“Say, matey, this ain’t your home. Don’t be discardin’ your waste on me property.”
“Who be you old man?” said the stinking pirate even after a bath.
“They call me Savage but that’s just me name. I was somebody once, an engineer in the King’s Royal Navy. I put ships on the water. Built me own right here on this here island. But I ain’t got nowhere to go.”
“You say you have a ship?” said the Quicks together.
“Say old man, how would you like some choice *****?” broached Esmeralda.
The old man squinted, “What’s that matey? Pushups? I don’t do push-ups.”
“Cooch, me hardy. Me woman’s woman’s offering you some ******. Have at it eh?”
The old man sat down in the sand to think it over.
“I haven’t had a wooden leg on many a yarn. Are they still usin’ ‘em the same way?”
“Nothin’s changed a bit, my friend. That ship out there, it’s full of women, me hardy.”
The old man’s eyes finally widened brightly as he peered from beneath his shade hand. The Green Belle out at sea gliding smoothly across the waters her wake clear as crystal.
“There be women on that thar ship?” said the sailor. “I be needing a wife.”
“Then it’s settled. You help us take that ship and you’ll get the pick of the litter.”
“Deal!” said the lonely codger wagging the pirate’s hooked paw.
“Now how about that thar ship of yours?”
“It’s a mechanical ship. Does your band know anything about machinery? Moving parts and such?” queried the stranded relic.
“I can rig a mean mast, matey. Me whole crew’s expert at workin’ a ship no matter what size.”
“I don’t **** care about that, matey. My ship goes under the water.”
“It sinks?”
“No, *******. It moves under the water like a fish.”
Quick scrubbed his jaw and pondered, turning to his first mate.
“Mister Lance, can you make anything out of what he’s saying?”
“He seems to have a moving...er...no, sir. I haven’t a clue.”
“Okay, old man, you win!” shouted the pirate queen herself, dragging the man by the feet into the hut. He was fine with it because he was drunk and his limbs like rubber. She was done shortly, returning to the crew on the beach. “He’ll be needing a rest. In the meantime why don’t we think up a plan?”
excerpted from The Ridiculum (c) 2018 JN & AW
Johnny Noiπ Dec 2017
Mishima, Plath, Arbus & Teasdale
are the sacred four of invincible silence,
alone as Isadora danced
& Martha made it w/ Noguchi
& he built sets for her all-American dance,
lifting her legs showing off her hairy ****---
I love the smell of poets’ cooch
& he-man values that overthrow
the stale shoes of grandfathers
and mothers the world over
& when we arrive on the Korean Peninsula
we shall once again call it Joseon---

Don’t torture our kpop stars---
(ironically called idols but treated like slaves)
The women we love
have had extensive cosmetic surgery
To make them beautiful
& worthy of near-religious devotion---

Suicide is a viable option
when ur depressed & in the limelight;
Where do u go after dark,
to some smoky ***** den---
It’s been days, months, years since I saw u last----
after the sinking of the Sewol
that destroyed an entire generation
of innocent lives---

Come home to me where I will love u
like a newborn puppy & make hot cocoa for u
In winter & ice-cold lemonade in summer---
It’s been months since I saw u last
& we showered together
washing away our sins to be reborn as angels
after our mutual suicide---
Christine May 2010
Your puffy shirts and Jerry curls
Haunted the dreams of many girls.
All leather pants and ***** mustache
Caused their ******* to turn to trash.
But now that you have left your prime
Your daughter takes most TV time.
Now you're left with the remembrance of fame
All that's left is your last name.

One day soon the eighties will return
Then their carnal desires will burn.
For you their ******* will once again dampen
And their cooch you can put your stamp in.
Johnny Noiπ Dec 2017
Vasili Kandinsky, Sally Rand & the Bauhaus
were way out ahead of their times,
the Beatles & Stones were retro then & avant-garde now---
**** is instantly retro;
not just any music is avant-garde but any naked woman
is no matter what she does or is currently doing,
Bettie Page & Marilyn Monroe,
Virginia Woolf even in their graves
Are ahead of their times;
Marquis de Sade & Masoch avant-garde;
Jean Genet retro---Blaze Starr avant-garde,
Lili St. Cyr modern & retro---Paul Klee avant-garde,
Marilyn Monroe both Modern & retro (A Gibson girl reborn---Elmer Batters a throwback w/ a camera---
To Diamond Jim Brady he & Lillian Russell were avant-garde---one day we will all be rich & naked,
dripping w/ jewels & connoisseurs)
Sol Lewitt retro; Judy O’Day modern,
To the DPRK, Kpop is avant-garde---
No one called William S. Burroughs a Modernist---
Not to his face anyway, nor Hunter S. Thompson
but the critics did call Thomas Wolfe a Modernist
& avant-garde---F. Scott Fitzgerald heralding a new age
that passed away w/ Zelda in the madhouse inferno
& Scott trying to write screenplays
but movies were retro by the 30s
& the avant-garde already history---
Modernism vanishing decades later w/ Basquiat
& Warhol & Schnabel & Fischl et al---
Martha Graham was Modern, Isadora  retro
all the way back to ancient Greece naked & barefoot---
Robots get smaller & put u out of a job,
yet so efficient fembots become a reality---
Putting women out of work in a world
where no one needs strippers---
living in a technological delusion w/ the illusion of religion
confusing their imploded minds---
The world will always need stripper retro,
modern, avant-garde & beyond
from the beginning to the end of all time,
in the Crazy Horse multiverse,
When no one needs prostitutes
only drugs will do---drugs & technology, global psychedelia,
Nationalism, racism & violence are all so retro;
Modernism has simply ceased to exist
& the avant-garde has yet to be---
Women would dance naked for drunken men---
Not anymore---now it’s fembots playing virtual games
w/ video ******
Toulouse Lautrec & Eugene O’Neill
were avant-garde but not modernists---
Dita Von Teese is postmodern as am I
& Lady Gaga & Bettie Page & Blaze Starr to this day---
Let she who is w/o sin cast the first stone
at the ghost of go-go---
No one ever complained
about an old-fashioned cooch show
except the girls that were in it
although they loved it & would do it again & again
well into their sixties, seventies, eighties, nineties---
No one complains about long forgotten stag films
left in boxes on basement floors
showing grandma w/ the neighbor
circa World War Two and into the 1950s---
No one complains about ****** harassment
unless they’ve been harassed---
No one complains about ****
except those that have been ***** & not always then---
No one complains about ******
except those that have been murdered---
No one complains about postmodern burlesque
Although the rule is ‘if anything moves, **** it’
& if any man reaches for his *****, arrest him---
The Modernist/postmodernist Marcel Duchamp’s
bride stripped bare by her bachelors even
gets no complaints from MOMA or  any other mother---
I can’t wear this mask anymore
& there’s nothing behind it---
If I kicked ur door in & shot ur mother dead
several times just to be sure
she was ******* deader than dead
& said I must have made a mistake, would that be cool w/ u, officer?
The Frankfurt School & Fassbinder & poststructuralism
are the heirs to Maria’s estates
from Frankenstein to Superman,
At the school of the Soviet fembot---
her Japanese mother is a witch who is not a stranger
to myths of night; eating off ***** plates on the floor---
Her name was Amelia then---
She’s a pig tonight---
I & the son are one
with the background radiation---
Getting people to help her
carry her ***-stained mattress
around campus is neither modern, retro & or avante-garde---
Its plain disgusting, help me carry my *** stains across campus
So you can see where my period bled & I said no---
(The ancestors of the the fembot are not strangers
She is named Emma tonight,
she is the pig tonight)
It is predicted that by 2050 (approximately 30 years from now) androids will be commonplace; most functions given over to computers. The entire working class will be automated, followed by white-collar workers whom are essentially bots; i.e., no bosses, no workers, no media; just robots & homeless, drug-addled & addicted humans. Say good-by to **** sapiens & hello to **** technos.
Corset Jul 2015
In this house is a trousseau of deception
walking into Clarksdale
where we are perpendicular lines
of perception
at a crossroad of 61 & 49.


She pretends to be a guitar
played by his aching tooth
where she dressed all in scarlet
put candies in her cooch.

She is a ledge of peeks and coos
Pigeons of Pharmacia
scroll peoples lives from Venice beach
come to be souls just out of reach.

..and a voice shouts out from heaven
it's not to late to turn back
just a little faith my girl
is all that you really lack.

she wanted someone to save him
well, that's just not my job
those are words for redeemers
where I simply refuse to mob.

But I hope to see you there my friend
should you find yourself able
feast on the words of lambs
Eucharists at his table.

Come, we'll hold
his hand together
no longer singing
words of one,
run, scatter
hide
as innocent
babes
of Babylon.
Victor Krisp Sep 2017
It started with a tube of mascara
Which led to a sudden case of eye herps
They said it was The end of an era
If an era could fit a blurb

Nikki says Lexi enjoys eating multiple *****
Lexi claims Nikki never washes her cooch
Just a small fued between two white trash Hicks
It's difficult being a twelve year old stuck in the body of a thirty-year-old ******

However their bickering is quite cute
It's almost as if they're trying to say
"You're dumb as a mute,
Dense as clay
But without you, I'm nothing"
I licka finger best
Finger sings a do re me
Create an instant buzz
Sends rays of the 1st degree

Geese sink my swan
Rolling, it just gets worse
Pin the head of the toothless ****
Milk the maid and steal her purse

Popping pills, a dope fiend will give you head
Die-cast is what my skin is made from
My red bike is all I can a ford
Master of nothing, you're a crumb
Johnny Noiπ May 2018
& married her               founder of
                          missionaries                fond of the CA
                       sun          Babs              saintly                joiner she lit a joint,
                    but why a                                    Cuban cooch dancer
        met                 going down to Rio sit down w/                            us in ur
     Hollywood
                            my fondest         HOLLYWOODLAND                          
                                                    memories are of
               green                                                explosions  ­           u can find Babs in the dark cuz                        she glows
                      patron                     saint of
                                                          explos­ions        hills mansion&
                                        war,          like
     all the                              right parties                   Ares                            but cooler than a                       cooch
                                    dancer;
                   saint Barbara,                                        we call her Babs down
              at the club in Miami where the warriors starve
Anaïs Apr 2020
They call it the ****, the ******, the Cho-Cha,
the Cooch, the ****, the ***** Fly Trap, the
Yahoo, the Honey ***, the Pink Taco, the Woo-Woo,
the Foof, the Hairy Potter, the Flaming Lips,
the Sticky Bun, the Pecan Pattie, the Field of Dreams,
Too long women have hidden from it,
the big V, she who shall not be named,
Call it by what it is,
In whatever shape, form or color,
It's a ******, get over it.
Though it tends to be a subject people like to avoid and perhaps even ignore, it's important. Women have vaginas(yes, I've said it) and oftentimes feel uncomfortable and embarrassed when talking about them. The entire concept of a 'normal ******' needs to be erased for the sake of old, young and coming generations.
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
The western mirrors,                                                         ­      the summer cats,
with teeth, hear a noise in Paul's house
written in the Hebrew dragon's newspapers.
African society observed the hidden pockets,
the period of static lighting of the perfect
plastic to represent a woman representing
the magical movement of the star fertilizer
sprayer. Cold births of the western countries,
Tom Gun deformed after the drunkenness,
hid, painted, came Bar, Bar The hole,
the language of the kingdom.    If a child is involved in the network, mother, son and brother are young women, God,
Africa, Australia, fresh, beautiful, round,
yellow, light, medium, half-naked.

The lunch kitchen of Russian Monkey,
fame, women, books, problems,
families, the first man to get
acid for information was used
to create a poet, made the city
of New York without restrictions
until September. My perspective
came to the history of the garden
in June. I'm going to the old church,
to this data center. 1 Remember,
memory area, there are some crazy dreams 1,       but the myth of the mouth, lips, Mexico is a book
that is used specifically
in light. Melody three waves
in Asia, red caffeine, yellow
hair and a network of golden starfish cookie templates.
100 Internet France
began to smell the best slot machines,
the royal gardens of the Italian group
of old Piatra, Mynydd Andrei - Brown,
this Burns.                                The island, if the former center of the summit
is a subsidiary. 1 Recalling the field of memory,             there are some crazy dreams 1, although the myths of lips,
lips, the book of Mexico
that are used specifically are light.

The melody, because it evaluates our thoughts
and three Asian specialties of the Asian province,
yellow and yellow hair have a network promise,
a golden hairstyle, online lessons,                especially the beauty of the cake
                                                                ­  at a standard level of 100 per night.
                                                                ­               At school he began to smell
the smell of the garden of a good king of France.     Change to the old Italian team of Piatra-Fairer.                                                   ­        Andrei Bergbraun.
Tonight the girls are God, Africa,
Australia, new and beautiful eyes,
eyes, eyes,                                                        thre­e Americans were the best,
blue and blue leather goods
from the United States, dog,
ocean, summer and hot air.
Middle Intermediate In the harsh reality of the month,
the legs of your money and your roasting soup, the wife of fame, printing problems, the beauty school, the anniversary in a German school, science
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New York looks like Robert,
June, July and the dog.                          For most
of the church.                                        Field memory
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there are many memories
of the nightmare of nightmares
in Mexico, think about the shortage
of labor, natural shelters, books
in general, writing, conversation,
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of registered beer and in general.     Einstein is very fast. If you work outside
                                                                ­     the circle, the glass and the media
when you write the first fluid
on your lips and mouth,                                                           ­           your eyes
and eyes are filled with a bright
plastic mask for rain,                                                            ­      then it is clear
that this is the most important sister.

The Red Red Red Star in Asia
and the organic gold biscuit
brushes in three pieces in English,
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Ointment, and everything lost
in France, in the school,
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and grandchildren of Sepitsburg,
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language of the old church.

Remember that,                                                            ­             on the grounds,
some of the dreams and storms
of lips, the Mexicans in this
book of heaven often illuminate
the light. Of the three parts
of Asia and the Bayfished
Breefe Eide net and black hair
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2018
my beautiful brunette therapist was 5'2" & pregnant
& over the weeks & months grew bigger & bigger
her belly taking up two-thirds of her body only her
legs & tiny head remaining where the little Freudian
had been trying to talk about my issues w/ my
mother while imagining her little shaved cooch
the kid listening to my wild tales as it developed
from a spot of germ plasm to a full grown boy
inside her belly until it was the unseen fetus who in
truth was my therapist & his mom became a beautiful
brunette memory made entirely of smiles & lipstick
telling me pregnant women loved to have *** &
I already knew that cuz I nailed a ****** who was
eight months pregnant & she told me the exact same
thing so it all came full circle like I'd never been
born, never died & got laid in the womb; Barbara
kicking her flats off & sitting back bare feet open
legs all belly asking me to open up my mind & heart
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
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Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
Cheerleading is national,
chauvinist cooch dancing
zebra Apr 2020
i like ***
like i like air

i hold her luminous face
eating her wilderness soul
elastic suitcase *****

she waits eagerly for the gun
to go off in her mouth
blatting up
***** **** bullets
that turn to puddle
white drops
on her lash fluttering
eyes and glamorous lips

feral lust
a lobotomy
i never wish to forget
in a wordless sermon ******
for a smooth commerce
of entering and leaving

she helps herself
fingerin  pull apart cheeks
opening a back door boulevard
head down
with that irresistible side gaze
that ******* prudes
and make men fall in love

aromatic notes sing
shape a beating heart
paradise of touching allegories
dark meadows
pounced on by
flying **** bombs
and moving red parts
through silk purse corridors
that spin over
prim rose hills

harvest moon
lady garden eating party
summer balloons
and cotton candy hoo hoo
tasting every cooch insight

watching
The Pink Grand Prix Awards
celebrating
Blatino **** Cheeks Cinema
co co curried
plumb tarts
in pearlescent bikini's
that fit  
a curvy wave ***
breaking
for tongue and teeth

may i ******* where you live
deep in your pit
where hell incinerates pride

to be taken
to be used and used up
and burst your crater
where you bleed to be loved
like the jeweled tinder
of a proud ****
with a built in laugh track

i learned early
obscenities are an aphrodisiac
ankles are good handle bars
and lunacy liberates

back door entrance
oil spitty tongue spats
crimps bulges
and weeping squeals
for thunder drum **** beatings
you filthy little *****

oh yes daddy
tear skin from bones
and shove your meat stick  
through my the skull

in the center well
black box of ***
a spectacular organic cream
whipped with a raw yolk
twitch her insides
hot as a desert sun
splitting the afternoon sky
like a searing meteor
boiling blood and ***

enchanted and horrified delight
unveiled in chatterbations, baby talk
and onomatopoeias
without the politics of morality
and pigeonholed ***

we drag out freaky rituals
and tender wounds
across the vestibules of heaven
with scorched hours
of billowed tongues
and open mouth kisses

Aphrodite soufflé
the cracked egg made the mess
ointments veins
and vaginal destinations'
ooz Madonna's indelible swell

and so easy to cleanup
Mars and Venus
slaughtering each other
like retching gladiators

atrocity of lust
at the pimps coliseum
blood **** spit
splooged on  frosty pink
toot toot tootsies
Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018
❤      ❤      ❤❤    [Est regina naturale eius debent]❤❤      ❤    
❤                          ❤                     ❤
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
❤❤******; a cross     between a ****** & ❤❤
    ❤❤ a cooch but less crude:  she lifted up  ❤❤    
❤❤her skirt and showed   me her snooch.❤❤
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2018
if Emily Dickinson was a stripper
She'd be Candy Barr or Bonnie Parker
kissing bad men in the shadows of the
glinting stripper pole: Martha Graham
was a circus cooch dancer before
art seized her atomic heart;
before the Jewish plains rose from
shetl ghost pogroms foretold
in Midwestern American daydreams
of iron & cement; the world divided
into Jim Crow hell's gates to heaven;
should Plath have been a beatnik &
met Bettie into **** converting to
Christ w/ Arbus the Jehovah's Witness
all stripping at Billy's *******
on the sharp corner of the Ironbound
where O'Keefe started taking ****
pictures as a teen well into her
twenties & into the unknown desert;
if every stripper were a poet who would
be their readers; if every pervert were a
reader what would they be reading
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2018
And by the way, I would strongly suggest
against going down on any female who
calls her ***** a "snooch." It's one of those
situations where you don't know you
made a mistake until you're already there,
and once you're there, you pretty much
have to stay there for a while. no one is
forcing anyone to eat *****. So, you're telling
me that if you started to eat a *****,
and it stank, you'd simply stop? When she asks,
"why did you stop?" Are you gonna say,
"Because your ***** smells gross."
of course I'd stop. she wouldn't ask cuz girls
know when their cooch stinks I don't know
about you. You love stinky feet,
and "golden showers," but apparently you draw
the line at crotch badooga I'm afraid of HPV
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2018
cooch
snooch
******
*****
****

****
****
*******
peter
****
from changing the bathroom sink
faucet,
to sanding the dining room table
and putting on three coats
of oil based paint on it
(which made it look somewhat
of a cafe latte) -
primo: nerve-racking horseshoe
hope-and-good-luck of the hands
waking up from the DTs...
          steady... steady...
    steady on the sails! we have
ourselves a storm comin'!
                clamoured lanai
where you couldn't even sit
to relax without the eyes wanting
to reinvent chess with Joe
and Joanne's thrift storage...
     cooking... pinch of salt:
   shake of the pepper...
       teaspoons of Indian spices...
dollop of cooch...
        morning caffeine ***...
going to bed "I'm not in the mood"
scissor lazy-**** ***...
       to my first lessons in driving...
[although there's not much learning
when you realise how-wow
    sensitive the break and acceleration
pedals are and how wide
the streets in America are and
how drivers on Kauai would
never get used to London traffic
or the cyclicsts like me there...]
Açai... musubi...
    Lau Lau (for me that's still
lui lui Luis Llouise)...
    pōké... shaved ice...
                             ah this little island
with this "little" life...
reminiscent of spending summers
in the countryside...
     cuckadoodledo... crisp or chewy:
white chocolate chip cookies
with macadamia nuts?
Johnny Noiπ Apr 2018
The little girl was with January in the office.
He was reclining at the desk, hands behind his head. “Shouldn’t you be in school?” he said.
She shifted in the hard wooden seat tugging at her skirt.
“What’s that matter with you?” he said sitting up.
“I’m having my period. It’s my first one.”
“Than what the hell are you doing here?”
“Where do you suggest I go? I can’t go to school like this. I’m bleeding,” she said fidgeting.
“******, girl,” he said, “Get some tampons!”
“I’m only twelve and a half. They won’t sell them to me. I need parental consent.”
“That’s *******. I’ll get ya some. Stay here and don’t bleed all over the place,” he said ducking out to the street. He found the pharmacy between Moe’s haberdashery and the barbershop and going to the counter said “Where are your tampons?”
The pharmacist peered at him through thick glass. He wasn’t one of those. The guy was slow but he got there; in back and around the corner and another and to the back of that. He handed the box to January. January read the package. “Is this good for first-timer’s?”
The guy almost fainted but caught himself and stooping came up with a pink and blue box explicitly labeled ‘MY FIRST ******’.
“Thanks, pops. You’re a lifesaver. What’s the damage.”
The old man brought January through the rows back to the register.
“Five ninety nine, plus tax,” the guy said studiously.
“Look, get yourself some new specs,” said January sticking a c-note under the guy’s nose.
He got back to find the girl standing naked in the middle of the floor.
“What gives?” he said irate, “What if May came in here?”
“I don’t care. Look at me!” she cried, her scrawny pink thighs smeared with red, “I took my clothes off because I didn’t want to ruin them and they’re all I’ve got to wear,” she pouted woefully. “But what are clothes but an empty shell.”
“You’re sounding like Whitman. Here, shove this up your cooch,” he said handing her the box.
Reading the label she brightened up considerably and running to him jumped into his arms and threw her arms around his neck. “Hey, you trying to get blood on me?”
“I’m going to **** your **** right now!”
“No,” he said but it was too late.
She’d done this before. It always took him by surprise.
The little girl was adjusting her skirt when April came through the door. “Mister January, I want to be a nun,” April declared calmly.
“I’ll see what I can do. Ta-ta, uncle,” said the girl slipping on her heels and sallying to the ladies room. After a few moments she sauntered out of the building and April shut the office door.
“What’s this about?” he said finally.
“I’ve got the calling. I woke up this morning and I just knew. Do you think could Miss January could help me?”
“She said she’ll she see what she can do. I guess you wait. That’s all you can do, “ he said soberly. “How’d Tony take the news?”
“We agreed to split up. He won’t change, Mister January. Tony likes his life. He’s just starting out and I don’t want to hold him back. That would only make us both miserable,” she clearly reasoned.
“Sounds like life happening right before my eyes. Maybe that’s why I got dumped in this burg. I’ve been running into diamonds in the rough since I got here. You’re an alright lot.
Yeh, sure, April. I’m sure Miss January will help out in every way she can.”
“Thank you, Mister January.”
“Here, I’ll tell ya what, just to be sure, I’ll call Father Bob,” he said handily whipping out his cell.
“Bob? January. Say, you know that cute kid works for me? April, yeh. She was set to get married but that’s all busted up. Yeh, you know guys. Anyway, she tells me she’s got a calling, Wants to be a nun. Can you arrange it? You-know-who is looking into it on her end but I figure you’ve got a direct line. Am I right? Yeh? That’s great, Bob. I’ll bring her right over. God bless you too, yeah and the Holy Ghost. Yeh, so long, Bob. Thanks again.”
He put the phone away and said, “That’s just swell. He’s got a spot for you already. Place called Mount St. Mary’s Abbey. He knows the Mother Superior. We’ll head over to the rectory now and he’ll prep you on the kinds of questions they’ll ask. Don’t say anything about your business downstairs and everything should go alright.”
“Yes, Mister January.”
“I’ll call Miss January and tell her her assistance is appreciated but not necessary.”
Needless to say, the endowment given to Mount St. Mary’s covered the cost of an all new addition specifically geared toward April’s ‘special’ needs which would also encourage others of her type to seek service. It didn’t hurt that April had over five-hundred grand in the bank.
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2018
Minerva steps to the fore to do battle;
she plated by bronze steil iron copper
touched by Mercury's quickness;
Virago ***** hellion all of them
cold and stewed dreamishly
I see the queen's 1,000 eyes & raise them;
polyphonic robot; her farts in the wind
a Brahmin's phantom fantasy; ancient Persian
Prince Aladdin has sinned
and is still sinning against the holy
ground of flaming Zarathustra;
evil unpunished is a gift, thieves credo
published held close to the heart
of the blackish queen of the underworld;
her brown snooch oozing cooch juice
like a fountain atop a mountain;
Queen Minerva heroine blissful blasphemer
******* queen on her ******* golden throne
giants rats leap out of her sphincter
like a ready battalion of soldiers
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
I have a
*****, u
have   a
snootch;
the bigger
the  *****
the tighter
the cooch
...

— The End —